she's been trying for so long
fighting for her way out

but she's tired

all she wants is just to be freed,
and to be forgotten
she need to escape,
she unlocked the cage,
as she desperately cut the red strings

the cage disappears
she's finally free
that's when she let out the most beautiful curve,
she had ever let escape from her lips
with her eyes closing gently;

then everything went black

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Paul Bell

The only bad thing about mental health, no pill can cure it in two weeks.

People do live with it and survive mind you. Here's to the good times ahead.

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